Chapter 22
He walked forward excitedly, about to speak, when Natalie suddenly interrupted him.
“Christian, you don’t actually think you’re some heroic savior, do you? Have you forgotten who caused me to be repeatedly dragged online and verbally abused? And who caused me to suffer endless torture in prison?”
The mockery in her eyes seemed to pierce his.
“Christian. don’t forget–you personally sent me to prison!”
Looking at this man she had once loved deeply, she now felt nothing but disgust.
His body stiffened for a moment, his face pale as his lips trembled.
“Honey, I know I did many things that hurt you, but I swear to God, you’re the only one I love!”
“I was determined to make amends for past mistakes, wanting to fulfill Charlotte’s five wishes to pay her back, originally just thinking I could cut ties with her early and live our own life well, but I never expected it would indirectly harm you!”
“I was truly deceived by Charlotte too. I never imagined she would publish her own rape photos to frame you, using them to blackmail me, saying if I didn’t expose your photos, she would sue to put you back in prison… I really couldn’t send you back there again…”
He couldn’t bear that kind of pain a second time!
His face showed genuine anguish, not like acting.
But Natalie’s eyes remained unmoved.
“So, Christian, you’d rather believe I was a woman who would do anything to achieve her goals than believe the harm Charlotte had been inflicting on me all along. You say you love me, but your love is both shallow and laughable…”
Christian’s heart felt like it was bleeding.
He swayed, shaking his head tremblingly. “No, it’s not like that. Honey, I believe you. How could I not believe you!”
“Give me one more chance, please. I beg you to let me take good care of you. I swore at your grandmother’s grave, I promised her I would-”
Slap!
Christian’s face was struck to one side, the burning pain making it impossible to tell whether his heart or face hurt more.
Veins bulged on Natalie’s forehead as she glared at the man before her.
“Christian, you have no right to mention my grandmother! I don’t want to see you anymore. Get out!”
Natalie ran back to the bed–and–breakfast, closing the main door and refusing Christian entry.
Unable to see Natalie, Christian refused to give up and leave.
Ruby waved a large broom in front of him, the dust immediately making him cough.
Grace coldly splashed a basin of water at his feet.
Dirty water splattered onto his pants.
But he still endured without losing his temper.
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3 Years in Prison for His Lies… Now I’m Coming for Him
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He knew these people were Natalie’s friends.
He only hoped they would put in good words for him.
“I beg you all, I truly love Natalie. I had my reasons!”
Ruby laughed loudly after hearing this.
“Your so–called love means making your own wife drink until she vomits blood? Then accusing her of faking illness to frame your ex–girlfriend?”
“Or ripping open your wife’s childhood wounds for the whole world to see? Or maybe protecting your ex–girlfriend and causing your wife’s own grandmother’s death!”
“Christian, why doesn’t a beast like you just die! Do you know how badly Natalie was beaten in prison? Where were you then?”
“When she was forced to swallow food with glass shards, where were you? When her ribs were broken and she couldn’t sleep from pain night after night, where were you! Tell us! Where were you?!”
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